Act 2, Scene 1 - Revenge is so sweet

"That bastard! It should have been me!" cried Ed, pacing in the room. He growled and Pinako watched him out the window, shaking her head. It wasn't anything new to her of course, they had been friends for so long that she almost expected it to happen. Of course, she thought that Edward would have acted sooner, but now, this was perfect. Now he had a real reason for going after Winry. He banged his metal hand on the table hard enough to break it, but mircalously it didn't - not that Ed wouldn't have fixed it back. "Brother, maybe there's something you can do. I mean, well, Colonel Mustang is too old for her." Al said and Ed growled. "I know! Thats something else that infurates me! He can get a hundred women anywhere, and he comes down to Resembool to mess with Winry!"

"I know brother. What are you going to do?" asked Al, backing away a little. It wasn't that Ed could really hurt him, but he didn't want something like the whole tea cup thing happening again. Just as he predicted, a tea cup flew somewhere close to his head and he ducked in enough time to miss it. Al drew a circle and fixed it back, placing it out of Ed's reach. He banged his fist again and the dishes clattered. "Edward, stop! Your going to break all the dishes!" said Pinako sharply. "I don't see why you haven't acted faster if you feel so much for her. Colonel Mustang wouldn't have a fit over this would he?" she said at first in a sharp voice, and then in a soft one that Edward hadn't heard her use much. It made him think. "The opera lasts two hours Edward. Surely you can think of something?" she said and Edward had a devilish grin on his face. "What are you going to do brother?" Al almost whispered. Ed grinned wider. "Come on Al, I've got some shopping to do!" he said and pulled the suit of armor outside with him at a run. Pinako just smiled. Finally, it was set into action after all these years.

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Christine was in the graveyard now, halfway through the show. Her soft, sweet voice sounded so mournful as she sang.

You were once my one companion . . .
you were all that mattered . . .
You were once a friend and father -
then my world was shattered . . .
Wishing you were somehow here again . . .
wishing you were somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed,
somehow you would be here . . .

Wishing I could hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I never would . . .
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
all that you dreamed I could . . .
Passing bells and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you, the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .
Too many years fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past just die . . .?
Wishing you were somehow here again . . .
knowing we must say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .teach me to live . . .
give me the strength to try . . .
No more memories,
no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across
the wasted years . . .
Help me say goodbye

Suddenly, the sound of sword fighting ensues as the phantom and Raoul begin to fight. The phantom manages to cut Raoul and then Raoul pins him. "No! Don't kill him! Please, not like this Raoul!" she pleads with him and he agrees, taking her away from the scene, clutching his arm. The phantom stands up and declares war on them both.

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Winry was watching the show animatedly, her big blue eyes wide. Roy couldn't help but watch her with amusement as she gasped as the phantom slashed Raoul's arm. She had cried during the song, and Roy had held her for a few minutes, holding her soft, supple body. It shot something straight through to his heart and made his face inadvertially heat up. 'Its my fault she's crying. I done this to her. Why did I do this to her?' he wondered but then was happy he done so when she enjoyed it so much.

The show was over shortly after and they talked as they went out to find something very surprising."Ah, Winry." he said, smoothly taking her unoccupied hand and twirling her away from Roy. He wore an elegant black suit, like the one that Roy had worn, only he ordered a boutoniere to match her dress precisely. His golden hair was in a simple but elegant ponytail like his father's and inside his front jacket pocket was a black velvet box. The car behind him had the door open, ready and waiting for its passengers. "Did you enjoy your evening with Colonel ja-I mean, with Colonel Mustang?" he said, deciding not to mock his opponent, or at least, not in front of her.

Winry was highly surprised. "Edward? What is this?" she asked. Ed tried to fight a grin and smiled. "Oh this? A small surprise. Unless you have other plans?" he said softly, looking into her sky blue eyes. She turned to Mustang. "Thank you for a lovely evening sir." she said and kissed him on the cheek. "Your welcome Miss Winry." he said, returning the formal gestures. She waved behind her before Ed led her to the car swiftly and lightly. Mustang glared at the car and then shrugged as it was heading down the road. "If he wants to play with fire, he's got it." he mumbled before going home.